sunderland, the land where every alcoholic’s dreams can be fulfilled. but not in a good way.

in the toilet having a piss. two lads (late twenties) talking. didn’t understand a fucking word. and I go out with a mackem.

later on in que club. if you saw a photo it would look like an indie club crowd. seeing the moving, living version you realise they are no different to a yates’ mob. god the music is so banal. indie by numbers and not one surprise. one kid can’t stand up. he’s trying, but his legs don’t work. his feet have been nailed to the floor and he just falls into his friends repeatedly . they solve this by picking him up, putting him on a stool and keeping him upright by grabbing his throat. what are mates for, eh?

in the taxi queue an argument breaks out between a lad and a girl, who is with her boyfriend. words are exchanged. boyfriend says “don’t get me involved, I just want a pizza”

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